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Jan 2022
It's been days.
I wish you had at least called
to tell me you're okay.

Maybe then I wouldn't worry
or wait at night near my phone,
crying till my vision's blurry.

I know I'm not important
enough to be a part of your life.
Or maybe I'm just going on another rant...
If I get upset at somebody about something I'm always the one who gets looked at like a monster. It doesn't matter what they did to me. I never win. I never get what I want
Sarah Spencer
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Sarah Spencer  19/F/Indiana
(19/F/Indiana)   
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